The Red Planet

This is one of the pieces I've worked the hardest on, and conversely one of the pieces I feel least confident in. I'm going to publish it anyways because what've I got to lose?

Come, and lay down next to me in this bed that’s far too big for only one, and tell me ev’rything there is to hear.

Fact or not is no matter. Weave me intricate tales of how your class time turned into racing your car in the street turned into counting sheep ‘tween the stars turned into taking a rocket ship to Mars, just to remember you left me behind and had to come back.

I’ll start packing right after you lay down and hold me close and speak to me of all the opportunities on Mars. Reveal to me the wonders of the red planet before I step foot on the surface.

Tell me what it is that you love about that red planet so that I may love it too, just the same as you do, dear. Tell me of your vision for the world before us so that I might see it through your eyes.

Come, and lay down next to me in this bed that’s far too big for only one, and tell me ev’rything there is to hear.

Fact or not is no matter. Let me hear your voice tonight. Have it carry me to sleep, where I’ll dream of you and me and hopes that we both dare keep.

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